Through The Brazilian Wilderness; A Yellow Raft In Blue Water; Into Thin Air; Dominion; Passage To Juneau; Vox; U & I; Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania; Unbroken; A Widow For One Year; A Confederacy of Dunces; Lincoln; Catch-22; Schindler's List; Hitler's Willing Executioners: Ordinary Germans and the Holocaust; (misconceptions); Indian Killer; Under The Banner Of Heaven; 1861: The Civil War Awakening; God Is Not Great; The Hunt For Red October; Cadillac Desert; the entire Harry Potter series....the list goes on, and on, and on.

The Harry Potter movies; The Hunt For Red October; Taken; Ocean's Eleven; Field of Dreams; Bull Durham; Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them; Run Silent, Run Deep; Crimson Tide; Indiana Jones and The Lost Ark; Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade; The Killing Fields; Hotel Rwanda; Major League (yes, really); Zodiac; All The President's Men; The English Patient...not much of a moviegoer but these round out my list of movies I can see over and over again.

See, you've been brainwashed already. He probably used the maple syrup torture on you and you can't remember a thing. Those Canadians are a sneaky and dangerous bunch, I tell you.

Beware of the Maple Leaf!

Don't forget that our top secret world domination plan also includes the production of children with dual citizenship...oh, yah, and we have JTF-2. I can't hate on Lyfbuz, he's a lovely man, and I'm too polite to be bothered with hating on anyone anyway.

Tiffiesta, good on you for enjoying the shooting sports. It's a "magazine", though, not a "clip". Women are generally better at the shooting sports because we naturally have better breath control. It's a thing. Channel the awesomeness.

Obviously my top secret talent isn't shooting, since everybody knows I do that...but I am mixed handed, meaning I generally shoot left but can also shoot right, I write cursive with my left hand and block print with my right, etc. Not a terribly useful talent but hey, it's something.

Barkeep! A round for everyone! JENNIFER IS GOING TO HAVE A NIECE!! My brother and SIL are expecting her arrival 1 June 2018, which incidentally was their son's (my darling nephew) due date in 2016. Okay...yes, I am going to go shopping and buy ALL THE PINK THINGS!!! And the sparkly things!! Also the pink sparkly things!! Kisses and hugs and much beer to everyone!

Require that ALL rifles old in the USA be designed/engineered in a way that they cannot be converted to fully automatic. Add to that legal requirement that even on semi-automatic, it has to be engineered to have a shut off after 3 shots, so that the gun has to be rechambered. Limit the legal size of clips, unless specially federal licensed.

Outlaw bump stocks. Bump stocks are NOT protected by any Constitutional Amendments. Neither are clips.

Currently, a NATO style semi-automatic assault rifle can be bought for as cheap as $475 on sale at Academy Sports (a large sporting goods chain). It comes with a 30 round clip and uses NATO ammunition. The ammunition isn't cheap but it's not ridiculously priced either. For about $50 someone can order the parts to turn that gun into fully automatic. And the internet is crowded with sites and videos that show how to convert the gun to fully automatic.

Then have ATF raid the hell out of inner-city gangs, white supremacists groups, and drug syndicates to confiscate their enormous cache of illegal weapons.

Then HOW the hell do you shut down internet sites and videos that show how to convert guns to fully automatic, that show how to make bombs... all kind of bombs like pipe bombs, mail bombs, car bombs, fertilizer bombs, homemade hand grenades, etc. and fucking etc.?

It's really the latter that is a problem. People--at least the legal non-criminal sort--are too worried about ATF attention to convert to fully automatic, or at least that's the vibe I get at competitions. I could be wrong. But bump stocks? Fuck that. Same for suppressors. Nobody needs a bump stock AR-15 and absolutely nobody needs a suppressor. EarPros, guys, look into them.

All that said, yah, with the all the videos and G-d only knows what else available online, I could probably have my AR-15 converted to fully automatic in a week or less. Which is horrible.

Mike, Enough endless talking. You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit. Please see attached; everything has been arranged. Yours, Jen. No further explanation. A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I...

The crack of the disinfectant sponge applicator being opened, the anticipation of the cool burning fire fluid being applied to her spread outer lips, was like a dinner bell. Her dark pink sex, on full display due to her hips being lifted by two thick down and foam fill pillows and a pile of innocent--for now--white hotel linens, started to leak with the drooling desire of what was to come...

“I have something for you.” She looked up at him carefully, green eyes widening, pale hands unconsciously reaching back to tuck her long, dark brown hair up so that it fell at the nape of her neck. Surprises were something that she was accustomed to giving; surprises were not something that she was accustomed to receiving. “Really?” Her voice was soft, suffused with a hint of...

“Settle down, love, we’re going to be fine.” Her pink glossed lips grazed his ears as she spoke these words, brushing the soft skin enough to comfort but not to further arouse. Her right hand was placed carefully, lightly but knowing, on his trembling body, that beautiful muscular body already tensed and ready for what he knew was to come. Telling rivulets of fragrant sweat ran unchecked...

This was not what she intended at all when she walked into the Yale Street pub. She’d meant to have a soothing after work shot or two of Drambuie, call it good, and head home. Not this. Certainly not this. Yet here she was, bent over for all to see, in the half-lit darkness of the alley behind the bar--she wasn’t even sure it was the same one that she’d walked into. Forehead and hands...

She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved...

I know now, what I did not know then. I know now that your scars run too deep to be kissed away, that my love and devotion would be nothing in the face of your pain. I know now that no amount of my attention, my need, my willingness to give up my everything to you, would do anything to keep you with me, to keep you as my partner and my lover. Perhaps it is better that I did not know...

She was sitting in one of the two deep, mahogany coloured leather chairs positioned by the fire in the Hunt Club, a long white cigarette dangling carelessly from her slim, manicured fingers, when I first saw her. When I first fell in lust with her, rather. Her red slingback stiletto heels dangled from her stockinged feet, and her red silk sheath dress had slipped up just enough to reveal a...

Irrumatio. A single word, a throwaway, something learned and promptly forgotten. To me, though, it is an entire world of pleasure encapsulated in nine letters. It is the tingling of my freshly fucked sopping swollen sex, it is the heavy breathing and dilated pupils of your orgasm and the delicious smell of semen and want thickening the room air, making (it seems to me) even the ceiling...

It was hot, unusually so for the temperate marine climate of Seattle, and so she was as naked as could be without being fully so--stripped down to her pink and black lace bra and matching tanga cut pink and black lace panties. Still, at ten o’clock at night, with the house a balmy 75 F, that wasn’t enough. She needed to go outside, needed to feel the cooling night air against her skin, needed...